Copyright © 2009 words and music by Dean Batstone

One long train out on the trestle
I’ve been waiting for that call
4 long pulls, shaky windows
Wake this man about to fall

I’ve got a brother thinks I’m shallow
Got a sister thinks I’m free
I’ve got a baby, loves a cool rain
I’ve got myself this shady tree

Ch: Push this man off of the mountain
You’ve got yourself a mountain without me
Lost again, but then, who’s counting
I don’t break that easily
You can’t break me

Now I’m rolling over bridges
I thought bad judgment had burned down
And I’m riding this broken highway
But I love that dirty sound

Ch: Push this man off of the mountain
You’ve got yourself a mountain without me
Lost again, but then, who’s counting
I don’t break that easily
You can’t break me

Br: What’s a flat tire when you’ve got friends
What’s a man who never bends
What’s a highway that never ends
But a road to ride again

Got my Shovel deep in the white line
Gonna chase that big steel down
‘Powderfinger’ in my back pocket
I’m a train wreck, glory bound

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